Hello, readers. My name is Enma Ai. You may call me Ai, if you so wish to. This is my first story on this account. I have another FF account, but I shan't tell you the user name.
No, I have not been blocked, or banned from this website, i just decided that I wanted another account, if that answered any of your questions! Well, now that that is over with, i may as well do the disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of 'Death Note' . Of course, that means the characters I am using, as well.
If i were to own 'Death Note', Matt wouldn't have been only a minor character, he and Mello would not have died, they would have lived a long, happy life, having random sex in the shower, on the kitchen bench, on top of the car, on the roof, on the computer desk, on the couch, inside the car, and, classically, on the bed!
Light would be L's love slave forever! L would have tied him up with rope and chain, and say; 'ON YOUR KNEE'S, LIGHT-CHAN!' And Light would reply; 'Yes, my master, L-Senpai' YEAH I WENT THERE!
'How can Matt sleep at a time like this?' Mello thought, pacing back and forth, in front of Matts closed door. Hs arms were tucked behind his back, and his head was at a low tilt to the ground. He had a deeply etched scowl on his angel like features.
'Kira could kill him with only a fucking flick of the wrist!' Mello's teeth gritted. Matt was his best, and only friend. He didn't want to be scraping up his mangled corpse off the ground that it had been squashed on, or soak up the crimson, ruby-like liquid that squirts out a metre long, emptying out his veins within a minute!
Suddenly, the blonde stopped in his tracks at this thought. His scowl smoothed out into worry. His eyes grew wider, and his mouth hung agape. 'Maybe i should go check on him, and see if he's ok?' He decided.
Mello's steps were quick, when he went to go to the door he had been standing in front of for an hour, now. The door opened up with a loud creak. Mello peeked his head in-between the crack. He sighed in relief when he saw Matts figure on the bed, slightly rising, and falling. Matts blanket had looked like it had been kicked down to his feet. His body was curled into a tiny ball on the mattress. Mello smiled. He opened the door all the way, cringing at the sound of the creak, because he did not want to wake his friend from his peaceful slumber.
The blonde sneaked into the room, standing on the tips of his black leather combat boots. Well, not literally, because he isn't a ballerina, or anything! Mello's feet softly hit the carpet at each step, making barely a sound. They stopped moving, when hi s body faced the little human ball on the bed. Mello softly smiled at the sleeping body. Carefully, he dragged the blanket by the boys feet over his body.
Mello watched as Matts body slightly unfolded from the ball it was before. Many thick browny red locks of hair fell on the boys face. Mello couldn't resist. His fingers carefully brushed those strands away from his face. He thought that his action would most probably freak Matt out. There would be many reasons to why Matt would freak out about that. Mello doesn't normally touch people so affectionately is one. Another, best guy friends just don't do that! Especially if they are both supposedly straight!
The worst possible thing just happened to poor Mello, right as he had those thoughts. The thing he was hoping that would not happen! Matts eyes opened!
Mello quickly retreated his hand to his side. Matt was still staring at Mello, with an annoying blank expression on his face. The expressionless look made Mello want to punch him. Hardly. Very hardly. Matt's face was still blank. Mello began to think that maybe Matt was still asleep. The more Mello looked into Matts empty green eyes, the more he believed it. He felt relieved. His eyes laid on the red head for a few more seconds, then he decided to leave. Maybe his henchmen had finally done something productive, other than sit around, and smoke weed all day.
The blonde quietly turned around, and took a few sneaking steps to the door. "Wait, Mel," 'Ah, fuck!' The blonde thought, as he turned around. "Oh, hey Matt." Mello did a pathetic excuse of a wave. Matt reached for his nearly empty packet of cigarettes, and placed one in-between his teeth. As soon as he lit it, Mello was already by his side. The blonde took the stick out if his mouth, and butted it on a nearby ash tray. Matt didn't complain, though. He was used to Mello doing that. That was why his packet was nearly empty, and he had only bought it less than two hours ago. The mafia was basically sitting on a mansion of cash, and it wasn't hard to find a few wads hidden around the building, either. Usually the money was the profits from the drugs they sold to any random addict on the street. Using that money, he could go buy more!
Ever since Mello showed up, and took over the business, the whole gang had then been devoted to the finding of Kira. Matt didn't really care for finding Kira. The only reason why he was involved in it all, was because Mello asked him for help.
Matt had realised a long time ago that he was wrapped around the blondes little finger. He didn't mind. At least Mello's antagonism gave him something to look forward to, especially when there was no chocolate around! Mello would chuck a skits if there was none of that to be found anywhere. Matt didn't want his mind to remember what happened last time when there was no chocolate left. He had his scars from that, and he wanted it to be forgotten.
"Where are you going?" Asked Matt, rubbing his eyes. Mello's face went blank. "Out of your room, obviously!" He snapped. Matt smirked. "What were you doing in here in the first place?" Mello was suddenly caught off guard, and his whole face suddenly went pink. "Nothing." He didn't want to admit that, big tough Mafia boss, Mello was worried, and went to go check on his best friend. Matt saw right through Mello's lie. "Why did you touch my face, then?" He asked. Mello's left eye narrowed a tiny bit. "I touched your hair, not your face!" Matt smirked again. "You touched my hair?" Mello sighed. "I just said i did!" The blonde snapped again. Matt laughed softly. "Why only my hair? I was vulnerable. You could have raped me, why didn't you do that instead!" Playfully, he gave Mello a little shove. Mello smiled. His smile was very small, and almost unnoticeable, "You really wanted me to rape you while you were asleep?" Mello's thin fingers twisted into the other boys hair. Matts large hand rested on top of Mello's. "It wouldn't be rape if i wanted it!" His other hand grabbed Mello's left hip. "Well, if you want it that badly," Mello's voice was slow and seductive, "I'll go hire some whore for you!" The blondes voice suddenly returned to normal.
Matts movements were quick twists when he threw Mello to the double bed, that was normally occupied by only one. His body tilted over the heavy breathing blondes. "Why hire, when there is one right in front of me!" The gamer purred. Mello scowled. "You're a fucktard, Matt! I'm not a whore!" Mello rolled out from under Matt. Matt just laughed, and fell back onto the bed. "I was only playing, Mello! No need to be so fucking sensitive!" He grinned. Mello was facing the other way on Matt's bed. "I don't care. You called me a whore!" Matt just sighed.
It was sort of weird, the way that they were playing around. To any normal eye, it'd seem as if the two were a couple. They weren't though. They often proclaimed that they were completely straight, and that nothing, or no one would ever convert them. Many of the mafia members thought that was bull shit. They knew that Matt and Mello were not straight. If not Matt, then most definitely Mello. It was obvious with the way they played around. It was normally Matt who started their little games, and Mello would usually either take it too far, or finish it immediately. None of the members had ever caught them kissing, or having sex before, but there were defiantly the rumours. Many of them developed a bet that they were actually gay for each other. Neylon betted the most money that Mello was actually with Matt. He seemed to have had a huge grudge against the blonde, and nobody entirely knew why.
Neylons boots scraped against the wooden floor boards at each step he took. He was looking for Mello, so he could tell him that that Sayu had been successfully kidnapped. He didn't want to be the one to tell the news, but the other guys were too stoned to be able to do it themselves. He didn't much like the idea of drugs, but he wasn't entirely against it. It was better than being involved with the finding of Kira.
"Mello, would you roll back over if i told you i'm sorry?" Asked Matt. He nudged the blonde with his hand, but their was no response. Matt gave Mello one last nudge. Still no response. Not even a groan. Matt decided that he would give Mello no choice. He gripped his shoulder, and forcefully rolled him over.
Mello looked pissed. His eyebrows were pushed so close, that they nearly touched. His mouth was tender looking, yet put into a definite scowl. Matt rolled himself on top of the blonde, and wrapped his legs around his waist. "No, get off me, Matt!" He groaned. At least he got a response. It wasn't enough for Matt though. He pushed their faces tother. It was only their noses that were touching. Their lips were less than an inch away from touching. They were Only less than a minute away from reaching boundaries that had never been touched before. Only seconds away before bringing everything to the very next level.
The two were looking deeply into each others eyes. They were both thinking the same thing.; 'We've been sitting like this for a while now, should i kiss him, or turn my head away?' None of the two moved. They remained in the same position., never daring to speak a word. They both knew what was on each other's minds as well. One wanted to talk. To question. That one person was too afraid to speak up and utter what was on his mind.
Mello beat him to it. "Should we?" He whispered. Matt wanted to answer, but he didn't know what to say. If he said yes, it might ruin his friendship with Mello, and he really didn't want that, or if he answered no , Mello would have been rejected, and maybe hurt so much, that he wouldn't want to ever say a word to him again.
"I, I don't know." He finally answered. Mello's tight grip around the back of Matts neck lessened. Matt hadn't even noticed that Mello was even touching him in the first place. "Do you want to... try it?" The blonde offered. That question was very unexpected. Matts whole face grew hot. "we don't have to. Even if we do, we could pretend that nothing ever happened." Matts lips quivered. "But, what if i don't want to forget?" he asked. Mello smiled. "we don't have to forget, then." Matt made a nervous smile. He wasn't sure if they were about to kiss or not. It'd be awkward for him, because he had never kissed another guy before. He'd kissed plenty of girls, but definitely not any boys. In fact, he wasn't actually sure if Mello was playing around again, either. His performance seemed so real, and believable.
"Maybe we should stop playing around for a while. You have a mafia to run, and you're probably really busy. You don't need me to get in your way." Matt rolled off Mello, and lay on his side of the bed. Mello's smile turned upside down. He wasn't playing. He was serious, and now, he was just plain disappointed.
Mello sat up, and stayed on the edge of the bed. His frown was still intact when he stood up, and got to the door. His small hands grasped the handle, and he turned it, right after he shed one small glance at Matt, who tucked himself into another small ball on his bed.
Truth be told, Matt was actually disappointed himself, as well. He found himself imagining what could have been. Every single little thought he had in his mind all revolved around Mello! From imagining what could have been, Matts thoughts immediately directed themselves to imagining what Mello's lips may feel like. 'Are they soft? Are they hard, or tough? Do they taste sweet like chocolate? Or do they taste hateful and cold, like steel, and metal?'
Mello walked all the way down the hall. The only thing he had on his mind was Matt. Sadly, he sighed. He wished he just hurried up and finally kissed him, rather than talking about it!
"Ah, Mello!" Said boy cringed at that voice. It belonged to none other, than Jack Neylon. 'Fuck.' He thought. "What do you want, Neylon!" Mello scrunched his nose up at the name, filling it with so much hate that it flooded. Neylon desperately wanted to punch the little fucker. "Sayu Yagami is here." He growled, and briskly shoved past him. Mello rolled his eyes. Neylon ruined his track of thought, and he wouldn't be able to get back into it.
Mello immediately got to his duties, and went to see Sayu Yagami.
"Mmmph!! Mmmm!" Mello ripped the tape off the girls mouth. "Where am i?" She screamed. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was shaking all over. "You're in America, sweetie." Mello's grin was sadistic. He seemed like one sick son of a bitch. Sayu screamed again. "How?" She whimpered. Mello rolled his eyes, and he didn't bother to answer that question. "Why am i here?" She sobbed. "That's for me to know, and you to find out, not that you will, of course. " He laughed. Mello stuck the tape back on her mouth, and left the room.
'I bet she's kissed a boy before.' He thought. His next thought came almost instantly; 'Why would i think something so pathetic, like that?' The blonde shook his head, and decided to go take a shower. Maybe a nice hot one would calm him down.
Mello walked right into his own room first. He unzipped the vest, and threw it on his bed. Mello's fingers then twisted around the string that tied his pants up. With one pull, the knot came undone, and his leather pants fell to his hips, and hung there. They wouldn't fall down that easily. But if they did fall down, even less than a centimetre, Matt would never let him live it down. It would be quite embarrassing to have your best friend see the only part of you that nearly nobody has ever seen before! Thank god that nobody was actually in the room with him!
Finally, he strolled into the bathroom. The room was hot, and it was steamy. As soon as some of the thick white steam cleared, Mello made out a shape coming out of the shower, and wrapping a towel around his waist. More steam cleared, and that dark shape became more, and more defined until it was obvious that it was Matt. "Nice look." He commented. Mello blushed, and pulled his pants up a bit more, covering the nicest part to his abdomen. Matt was wearing nothing but a towel, that was unreliably wrapped around his waist. It looked like it could have fallen at any second. "No need to cover up on my account." He grinned. Mello's whole face remained red. He wanted to tell Matt to get out, and not to walk back in here again.
"Um, I'm going to have a shower." Mello muttered. "I can't get undressed if you're in here." He explained. Matt mocked shock. "I'm insulted! Hmmph!" He turned his head to the side. Mello laughed. "Get out." Matt muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" Mello demanded. Matt smirked. "I said, 'You look like a girl, I'll only get horny if you take your clothes off!'" Mello blushed again. "I DONOT LOOK LIKE A FUCKING GIRL!" He exclaimed. Matt just laughed. "Then why am i horny?" Mello's left eye twitched. "BECAUSE YOUR A FUCKING PERVERT! Now, get out!" Matt just laughed again. "Fine then." He pouted. His feet didn't move. "Matt, what do you want?" Mello growled.
Matt sighed. His smirk suddenly disappeared, and his face looked nervous. "Um, Mello, about before, where you really just playing around, or did you actually want us to kiss?" Matts sallow cheeks tinted to a darker colour. 'No. I wasn't. I wanted you to kiss me. I want you. I want you to want me, and i want to be yours forever.' Mello seemed to have stared blankly at Matt. But really, his mind whirred with thoughts. The blondes lips quivered as they opened. "I was only playing around." He lied. His voice was strong, solemn, and cold.
Mello witnessed as Matts expression fell. His whole face went pale, and his eyes grew darker. "Oh. Enjoy your shower." Matts voice was cold, ice-like machinery to Mello's ears. Briskly, he stalked out of the bathroom, leaving a cool gust of wind.
Mello's stomach began to ache. It felt as if it tied itself into a very complicated knot, that will never be possible to be undone without kinks. He eyed his reflection in the mirror. His ice blue eyes were dark, horrid things, they had dark bags underneath them, -lack of sleep-, and he had recently gotten really pale, thanks to his lie, he got even paler. "I can't believe. I just. Can't believe i. I lied. I lied to him. To Matt. Why? Why did i do it? Why couldn't i just tell the truth! Why!" Mello drew his fist back, and smashed the mirror to shards. He pulled his bleeding fist out of the broken glass, and used his other fist to smash it again. When he pulled his other bleeding fist out of the broken pool of glass, he punched, and kicked the shit out of the wall. He screamed his heart out. He was so angry with himself.
"Mello! What the fuck is going on here!" Matt ran into the room, and grabbed the boy by the shoulders. That didn't stop him from putting more holes in the wall. Matt put Mello into a hold as soon as he was vulnerable enough. The blonde couldn't move a muscle. "Matt! Let go of me!" He growled. "No, not until you tell me what the fuck is going on with you!" Matt yelled. Mello's struggles soon came to a stop, when he realised that there was no point in hitting things if he couldn't move.
"Mello. What is going on?" Matt repeated. "." He whimpered. Matt let go of Mello. The blonde fell to his knees, staring at his bleeding fists in front of him. "I can't believe i did that. I lied to you." He gripped the cross that hung off his rosary. "Thats alright, Mello." Matt smiled. Mello's body began to shake. "No, its not ok." The blonde looked up at Matt, who was bending over, to face him. "Matt, i did want you to kiss me." He admitted. Matt grinned. "See, that wasn't so hard!" "What, so..." Mello's hands rubbed each other. "What comes next?" "Whatever you want to come next." Matt replied. Mello made a small smile, as his cheeks grew red.
"Can we....?" Mello bit his bottom lip nervously. Matt grinned. "Honestly, Mello! I thought that you'd never ask!" "How exactly do we do it?" Mello chewed horrendously on his bottom lip. Matt laughed. Never had he ever thought Mello would ask him about kissing! "Well, close your eyes, and enjoy every second of it." Mello did as he was told. He tightly closed his eyes. Matts nose nudged against Mello's cheek. The blondes whole face went red when he felt Matts body heat collide against his skin. Matts bottom lip brushed against Mello's. Finally, after what it seemed too delayed, Matts and Mello's lips moulded together.
Mello moaned, and Matt deepened the kiss. Because Mello was new to this, he didn't slip him the tongue. The kiss was parted. Mello was breathless. His face was fiery red, his lips were glazed pink, and his eyes were a nice dark blue colour.
Matt rested his head on Mello's shoulder from behind. His arms wrapped around the boys waist. Mello had never felt like this before. Inside, butterflies were gliding, and whirring in his stomach. His lips were trembling from the memory of Matts. They were softer than what he imagined. To Matt, Mello's lips were everything he imagined, and more.
"I think. I liked that." Mello whispered. Matt grinned. "I did too. I loved every second of it!" Mello's head turned around to face Matt. "It was wonderful." He murmured, nuzzling into Matts neck.
"So, what comes next?" Matt wondered out loud. Mello removed his head from Matts neck. "What do you mean?" He asked. "We kissed. What comes next? Are we going to get together, or something, or just pretend that it never happened?" Matts hand cupped the other boys warm cheek. Mello leant into it. "We could get together, if you want to..." Matt smiled. "I'd love to." He answered. Mello's whole expression brightened up. "Really? You want to be my... Um... Boyfriend." The word felt so strange on his tongue. It wasn't normally uttered out of another guys mouth when they were referring to their own personal life. Matt grinned again. "Of course i want to be your boyfriend, Mello! Who wouldn't! You have a great personality, and looks to match!" Mello blushed once more. "Thanks." It sounded awkward, the way he said it. He didn't really know what else to say.